Colombia

All the cocaine in Colombia

Couldn't make you come

Couldn't make you come

Couldn't make you come

To me, to me, to me

And it's a sad, sad sight

All the scattered white debris

All over 'Talking Book'

Did that even get a look in

As you danced around the room with glee

All the MDMA from Manchester

To Manchester, Tennessee

Couldn't make you numb

Couldn't make you numb

To me, to me, to me

And it's a sad sight

That Stevie will never see

As you will never come

Running back to me

To me, to me

Couldn't make you come

Couldn't make you come

Couldn't make you come

Back to me, to me, to me